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YELLS INTO THE ABYSS  I’M SORRY I DIDNT FORGET THIS BLOG I JUST MY MENTAL STATE DETERIORATED RAPIDLY I LOVE U ALL I WANNA WRITE AGAIN

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babies

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the squad is disagreeing again

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i’m sorry i like to joke about North’s urges to kill people

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ＷＲ４００ ＃６４１ ７９０ ８３１

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North + outfits

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Asexual North Aesthetic for @haveadamandevegotbellybuttons

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Detroit Become Human + text posts part 12

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Art by Kibstar

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North doodle from yesterday with some color slapped on to see how the effect looks over color.

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Markus : “I’ve gathered you here because I felt lonely.”

(a meme reference used)

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dorm au where north lives with three great girls in the same room

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simon is the most beautiful android in all of detroit agreed

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>paintsomethingyousee‌:

Oh, there was a definite reason why he liked North. While Carl did like the structure that put his life into place a bit easier, he did sometimes just have those days where he just damn well wanted to stay in his pajamas all day and paint like that. Markus, well, didn’t necessarily always agree. Him complying with that was rare to say the least.

“Pajamas today it is, then,” A small grin graced the older man’s expression. ”Would you mind helping me into my chair, then, North?” It’d felt like a dream, no longer being bound to his bed, and the older man honestly did find himself eager to leave his room as often as possible while he was awake.

“We can both deal with Markus later, if he makes some time out of his busy schedule for little old us,”

❝Pajama day it is.❞ North declared, getting to her feet and retrieving Carl’s wheelchair. She rolled it to the side of his bed, assisting him into the seat. ❝And breakfast should be ready downstairs too.❞

She rolled Carl away from his room, snickering a little.  ❝Markus is far too busy changing the world, we’ll try not to bother him. He needs a pajama day, actually. Maybe he should listen to us instead.❞  She took the stairs leisurely as his machine lowered him down in his chair. North was eternally grateful for the man. He was the first human she came to appreciate, and maybe it was bias because of Markus, but the time spent with him alone would have led her to the same conclusion even if she’d never met Markus. He was a good soul, through and through. He spoke of his demise often, something she tried to not think of.

❝I put in a good word for extra bacon, by the way.❞

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>deviantchosen‌:

Their numbers had increased rapidly after they’d been given their freedom. The church couldn’t hold everyone and it would soon grow uncomfortable with the lack of personal space. They had to search for potential new locations. Abandoned buildings had seemed like the best place to start. Anyone who had fled to Canada likely didn’t have intentions of returning. 

He’d stopped to look through the windows of a different house when she called out to him. Markus glanced over his shoulder. That one must have been recently abandoned because it almost looked like it could still be occupied. He didn’t bother investigating the rest of the one house before coming over for a better inspection. “It certainly looks nice.”

Markus tried to open the door which was thankfully unlocked, but nearly stuck from the cold. “One day I’d like to go somewhere that doesn’t have as much snow.” Walking inside proved it was as nice as it seemed. They would have plenty of space and they could convert a few of the rooms they didn’t need. The sights and streets could be seen from the windows. It was an upgrade from an old, rusty ship. 

“The houses nearby were in similar condition from what I could tell. We could probably find enough for the people we have.” Some might be more crowded than others, but overall it was more space than the church offered and it would feel less like hiding. They could be part of society. 

❝I like the snow,❞ North quipped. ❝But I’ve only seen it for one season.❞

She followed him in, enjoying the immediate warmth from outside. The WR models had all been equipped with sensors (part of the ‘job enhancements’) that she’d never felt necessary to turn off. She liked feeling, especially the elements from the weather. The bullets and punches from the humans? Not so much. But that was all behind them now.

❝I didn’t even think about that... We could have Simon head up one house, Josh another. Start a proper community.❞ Her arms folded across her chest, one hand coming up to tap a finger against her bottom lip in thought. ❝Allow those who have started their own families to branch off and live alone in their own homes as well, but within the community to ensure safety for now. Less threatening to the humans, too. Don’t want to scare them too much.❞

North turned to Markus, the excitement clear on her face.  ❝I wasn’t expecting today’s trip to be this beneficial.❞

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>turingtestee‌:

she couldn’t believe they were actually doing this. it seemed so surreal, so UNNATURAL of their functions that they would defy the humans and run away. she wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do but it seemed like it was the only thing to do.

  they couldn’t be here anymore. every day was another day that chloe wanted to self-destruct.

she missed her blue dress, but knew she wouldn’t find anything that resembled it instead opting for a white top and black skirt, wondering how humans could leave so easily without their clothes. 

       for people who really hated androids so much, they truly couldn’t take care of themselves. 

she went to take her hair down from the ponytail she was so used to, to only remember it was gone. short hair took its place.

PART OF THE REMODELING.

     she couldn’t look the same. she hated this place. 

              “ let’s go. “

North watched Chloe as she selected her (temporary, they’d need to find something else soon) outfit, gaze flicking back to the door every other second. Her stress level was rising faster than she’d like it to, inching towards the back exit in the room.  A genuine exhale when Chloe finished, grabbing her by the wrist and tugging her as she took off in a jog and thrust the door open into the darkened alleyway.

It was November and cold, the sensors in the WR model still active. She’d been glad for the large hoodie now, the synthetic skin on her neck and legs bristling to the chilled air. North glanced around, a very abrupt ‘now what?’ moment rushing over her.

❝I... I don’t.❞ Her grip tightened on Chloe’s wrist in anxiety. ❝Now where? I’ve never been outside?❞